1a Sam stretches his hands up over his head, unkinking first his left shoulder, then his right. He groans as he reaches down again to rub at his lower back. It's been a long-ass, confusing day, and he's going to relax in this sun on this weird sand if it kills him.
He flops back into the sand, hands pillowing his head, convinced he's too tense to actually really relax. He promptly goes to sleep. Feel free to wake him up. Or draw on his face, or whatever.
1b When he wakes up, it's to the kinda tickly feeling of something crawling up his chest. The hour or so doze he just had is enough to put him to 'blearily comfy' but not enough to actually send him through tiredness and out the other side yet, so he still wants to snooze some more.
But it's like when you need to pee, and it's not that bad, so you could maybe sleep some more, but you still do need to pee, so mayyyyyyyybe you oughtta get up? Not that this is a 'need to pee' sensation, exactly. He sighs, opening his eyes, and scares the hell out of a bright green lobster perched on his chest. It flaps its claws around and nips the end of his nose.
2. Spaceships
"Starduck, eh?" he says to himself, squeezing his way into the ship. The doors are a little clunky. He wonders for a moment if it's like Star Trek and there are people just out of view furiously yanking on ropes to make 'em work.
It's not tech he's familiar with, but he knows enough about tech to make a couple cautious assumptions about how to bring up a map of the interior. He presses a button.
Sam Wilson | MCU
1a
Sam stretches his hands up over his head, unkinking first his left shoulder, then his right. He groans as he reaches down again to rub at his lower back. It's been a long-ass, confusing day, and he's going to relax in this sun on this weird sand if it kills him.
He flops back into the sand, hands pillowing his head, convinced he's too tense to actually really relax. He promptly goes to sleep. Feel free to wake him up. Or draw on his face, or whatever.
1b
When he wakes up, it's to the kinda tickly feeling of something crawling up his chest. The hour or so doze he just had is enough to put him to 'blearily comfy' but not enough to actually send him through tiredness and out the other side yet, so he still wants to snooze some more.
But it's like when you need to pee, and it's not that bad, so you could maybe sleep some more, but you still do need to pee, so mayyyyyyyybe you oughtta get up? Not that this is a 'need to pee' sensation, exactly. He sighs, opening his eyes, and scares the hell out of a bright green lobster perched on his chest. It flaps its claws around and nips the end of his nose.
2. Spaceships
"Starduck, eh?" he says to himself, squeezing his way into the ship. The doors are a little clunky. He wonders for a moment if it's like Star Trek and there are people just out of view furiously yanking on ropes to make 'em work.
It's not tech he's familiar with, but he knows enough about tech to make a couple cautious assumptions about how to bring up a map of the interior. He presses a button.
3. Wildcard
Throw anything at him! Or pm me to plot. Cheers.